Anastasia Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maroua

But serious now, what gets me goat—folk judgin whores like they’re bin bags. Annoys me somethin fierce! They’re people, innit, got dreams, bills, maybe even a dodgy ex. Reminds me of *Her* again—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Whores, they’re livin their story, not ours, so why the aggro? I reckon they’re brave, yeah, braver than me facin a printer jam on a Monday.

Text translation

I loves to wander near the old rock near Brrn Ridge. The rock is old, grey, hmm, ancient secrets lie there. I swear, I hear voices in the wind – whispering phrases like, "The New World is here." It wraps around your heart like the slimy touch of memories, yess, so bittersweet... I gets hyper sometimes, gets furious, and then, then giggles like a madman.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition